Voices

Am I the only one
that hears voices
in their head?

No... of course not

We all hear voices

From our parents to our pets
all of us have many voices
in our heads
What separates us
is the voice we
talk back to

There's always that one
that sticks out
isn't it?

If you could locate the start of it
you would think it's coming
from the space in between
the bottom of your heart
and the top of your stomach

It feels
like a warm sun shower
As if your mom's cooking
is flowing through your veins
turning your fingertips & toes
suddenly into pillows

This voice smells of jasmine
and tastes of
everlasting first kisses

And it sounds

It sounds like nothing

and everything

all at the same time

I remember the first time I heard this particular voice

I was five

I was sitting in a chair in a hospital
watching doctors do
whatever doctors do
in order to make babies
breath correctly

I remember hearing my mother start crying
after my brother stopped

The room froze
and a candle was lit
inside of me

The flame spoke

It sounded like me
only better
As if my voice was
combined with my loved ones'
both present and future
adding in some serious
Barry White baritone
It said:
"Jerel is going to be fine
He will live a healthy life"

Since then I've welcomed that voice
into my temple
Since then it's told me so many things:

"Go here... no, stay there"

"She's the one... no... NO... SHE'S the one!"

"Eat it...... you'll live"

"Ok... ok... what we're gonna do now is
put our clothes on
& get out
NOW!!"

"Shhh... don't worry
Regardless of what you think
they love you...
& they always will"

Now obviously
we the "great, all knowing
human beings" we are
of course we ignore
"The Voice"
from time to time

Maybe because we take it for granted a little
Maybe we know it'll never leave
We know it'll never change

We know the voice that said:

"Don't get in that car
Don't you dare start that ignition
Oh Jesus, you're driving"

is gonna be the same voice that says:

"Whatever you do, don't freak out"
after waking up
sitting on a shattered sunroof
inside of an overturned vehicle

I wish I was lying
when I say that
I haven't heard this voice in a very long time
I let it go
If it ever came back
I'd tell it
"I miss you
I miss you like my grandma that I never got to meet
I know you're there
You always have been
And I'm so sorry I haven't
listened to your song
If I utter your name
would you please
speak through me again
Please"

Everyone
has a name for their
"The Voice"

I call mine "God"

Follow My Lead

He told my girl

"You know...
You need to stop following him around"

Regardless of the brickwalls of denial
she built to block his relentless attacks
And regardless of me being in the picture
Now mind you
This wasn't just any ol' picture

This was a timeless picture
A dope picture
A roller coaster picture
You know
One of those pictures that capture you
at the peak of your excitement
And when the ride's ended
you get to see the result and say
"Man that was fun...
We look so happy...
We need that picture..."

We both had copies of this image
imprinted into our hearts
We wore them like they
were ironed on t-shirts
So that everyone that saw us
knew what it was

Love

Still in spite of all this
He told her

"You know...
You should stop following him around"

Now obviously this was a guy
unafraid of stepping
Or damn near dancing
on another man's toes
Because who knows
how many other hoes
that persistent pressure
worked on

A hunter
A lion looking at my lady
like she's a gazelle
And I can tell why
I mean her personality is unmatched
She dresses incredibly fly
has gorgeous eyes
and her smile
Is something you'll die for

But although he saw what I see in her
It was the constant disrespect that
prompted me to want to
commit murder

And I'm pretty peaceful...

But I was ready to go to war
when she told me he said

"You know...
You need to stop following him around"

It never occurred to me
that dude might actually
be right
I never thought she
would actually listen to him
either

Here's the kicker:

She had reason to

I was standing still
or walking in place
if you will

"The Treadmill Effect"

Making the right movements
in order to progress forward
whether walking or running
but going absolutely nowhere
I used to have a lot going for me

Not anymore

So how could I blame her for thinking:

"You know...
You should stop following him"

When she left
she could've taken my potential with her
but because I hurt her
she became cruel
She tied it to a stick
which was then fixated to a collar around my neck
allowing my potential to dangle in front of me
out of my reach...

I didn't think I was THAT much of a dog...

But I guess that's what happens when you fall off
You lose life
You lose love
You lose purpose
You lose everything

Those lyrics still ring
in my eardrums

"Yes, I was burned
but I call it a Lesson Learned"

Because in turn
I've learned to never
leave your love
lagging behind you
Have them walk with you
If you really love someone
and want to be with them
you'll carry them
if you have to

Because even if you're going nowhere
for the moment
at least you can say
you have your love with you

So hold that slice of heaven down

Maybe then you won't have to worry about them
ever saying or thinking to themselves:

"You know...
You should probably stop following (him/her) around"

Ways That You Know It's Black History Month

1.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is completely omitted from conversation
"Well what about 'Martin Luther The King??"
"Uhhh... he had his day all to himself last month
F**** Him...
It's all about Malcolm X, Frederick Douglas, & Harriet Tubman now
You know.... the real niggas..."

2.
The token black guy brings his boy to the white frat party

and nobody says s***

"Oh that must be his cousin or something..."

3.
I make random obnoxious rap song adlibs in the middle of conversations with
customers at my job
or
with my parents
or
with pretty much anyone I come into contact with

4.
Interracial dating just ceases to exist
Bruthas dump their girls like they're bout to flush the toilet
and not because they're too cheap about Valentine's Day

Now that I think about it
I was in a interracial relationship once
and it was dope
Some of the most interesting fun and enlightening
times of my life
Too bad I broke her heart
Unfortunately for me
It's not only love that
knows no color

Lies & mistrust are colorblind too

5.
Rock N Roll music is forgotten
Only songs of Duke Ellington
Marian Anderson Louis Armstrong
Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday
are downloaded across the masses
this month

God forbid I blast some Fall Out Boy or Bloc Party
out the speaker in my car

Speaking of music during this month

(True story by the way)
I saw in ad in a catalog that read:
"Celebrate Black History Month with these great albums!!"

Luther Vandross.... "alright ok... He's Black"
Bob Marley... "Island boy... but ok... He's Black"
Beyonce... "HEY BOO!!... She's Black"
Bruno Mars... "Uhhhhhhhhhh"
Eminem... "Hmmmm... ok... He gets a pass"
Soulja Boy... "OH HELL NAW!"

6.
All of a sudden.... Niggas invented everything

Peanut Butter... Black man
Cell phone... Black man
The planet Jupiter... Black man
Freedom... Black man
America... Black man

7.
I can write "nigga" in a poem
and recite it multiple times
in a room where
the open mic audience is
77.3% white...

The host of said open mic
can come up and say whatever
racist remarks
he or she wants...

F***in Flavor Flav
can come walking out
(clock & all)
snatch the mic from me
call me an "Uncle Tom"
and walk off

and nobody get offended but me

Because after all...
It is February...

8.
I start drinking Hennessy

9.
I stop eating chicken...

Don't ask

10.
People start making random quotes out of nowhere...
Like "I have a dream" or
"By any means necessary" or
"I am somebody" or
"F*** the police" or
"Swag" or "Yolo"
or "I make Black History every day... I don't need a month"

11.
I get real sad
Coming to grips
that my people can't come together
the other 11 months out the year
for nothing other than
money music sports or fashion

Misplaced passions... if you will...

We were murdered
raped, whipped
stripped, lynched
hung, shot
demeaned, degraded
and segregated

Funny thing is
even after slavery
we're still doing these things
to ourselves...

12.
I grin...
Accepting the fact
that although I may not stereotypically average
I'm still Black
and I love it

I cherish that

Because in all honesty
It's who I am
not what I am
that makes
me

"Me"

Our Little Corner

Remember when we used to sit there?
Eyes gazing upon each other
Like we wished the other person
Was thinkin the exact same thing
We were

I wanna bet we were

I bet you were thinkin
"Where in the hell did I find this dude?"

Because I know I was thinkin
"How the hell did I come across this chick?

And she likes me?!

WHAT?!?!"

Our Little Corner

Remember when we used to eat there?

When I would order a hot tea with lemon & sugar
And you?
You would order a coffee
I remember how you liked ya coffee
You liked ya coffee the same way you liked ya men...

Regular...

I was like ya coffee...
Nothin major to me at all...
Simple...
Hot...
Soothing...
Comforting...
And of course
Black

Our Little Corner

Remember when we used to talk there?

The funny thing is
We both talked entirely too much
We both loved to interrupt each other
(As much as we hated to be interrupted)
And we both would watch each other's lips when we spoke

I guess we were hoping our lips would form the word "Love" at some point during our conversations

Maybe we thought if we hung onto our words we'd be strong enough to climb over the walls surrounding our hearts

An emotional workout if you will

Doing pull-ups while grabbing onto words like
"Like"
"Interesting"
"Cute"
"Funny"
"Smart"
"Heart"
"Ex"
"Fun"
"Hurt"
"Future"
"Furniture"
"Fail"
&
"Love"

& "love"

& "you"

Our Little Corner

Remember when we stopped goin there?

When things got serious
when parents were introduced
when truths were revealed
no longer concealed were the feelings
that were poured out from
our kettles we called
souls

but after a while
Doin' "the same ol same ol"
got old

Didn't it?

Only one of us knew
it was time to grow

Right?

Our Little corner

Is now... Non-existant...
Relatively vanished
Off the face of the earth
Because of love
and then
Because of disagreements

Because

Because
Of you
Ok... I lied...
Maybe not u...
Def because of me

I shouldn't have said what I said
Did what I did
Lied what I lied about
I shouldn't have dog muzzled myself
I shouldn't have let u go back to ya past
Even if it was for a weekend

I shouldve just loved you like you wanted me to
Like I wanted me to...

My little corner
Has been reborn
On account of dumb ass arguments
Over reactions
And retarded disagreements

I'm sitttin in what used to be our heaven
thinking "How did we come to this?"
Looking up but not seeing your eyes
Just an empty space of where an angel used to sit

You're just a memory now

Just an empty chair at a table in a coffeehouse

A love lost

A reminder that I was once a part
of a big something
that was so small

Called

"Our Little Corner"

Don't Judge Me

I’m sensitive
Like extra sensitive
Not like
“I’ma tell mommy on you
For making fun of me” sensitive
But “a couple movies
(one or more may or may not
Have been made by Disney)
Some sad songs here or there
And some of my own poetry
Has made me cry at some point” sensitive

Don’t judge me

I like chocolate
To say I’m obsessed with it
Would be an understatement
3 Musketeers, M&Ms
Kit Kats & Crunch bars
Are some of the greatest
Cavity creators ever
But they’re not my favorite sweet
Top spot
Goes to cherry flavored
Twizzlers
Pull N’ Peel

Go Figure

Don’t judge me

The Beatles
Madonna
Elvis Presley
& Bruce Springstein
Can all kiss my ass
Simultaneously
Yeah….
I said it

Don’t judge me

If they had boxed DVD sets
Of the seasons of
Rugrats, Eureka’s Castle
Gullah Gullah Island
Original Power Rangers
Recess, Dexter’s Laboratory
& The Powerpuff Girls
I’d buy them all

Don’t judge me

Now that I think about it
Some of the songs from
The Backyardigans
And Dora The Explorer
Are dope

Shut up
Don’t judge me

Since we’re talking about my childhood
I’ve had only two incidents
Where I’ve urinated
But somehow all the pee
Landed on me
Publicly

Don’t judge me

One of which was in 3rd grade
Back when they had a bathroom
In each classroom
I’m standing there
Facing the toilet
When I notice the door’s open
A little bit

A freshly mopped floor plus
Pants and ninja turtle undies
Around my ankles are the things
I forget
When I foolishly reach for the
Doorknob
To grab it

So what happens??
I slip
Trip
Landing on my back
Never forgetting
The feeling of my urine
Hitting my own lips

Stop laughing
Don’t judge me

The worst experience
I’ve ever had sexually
(well one of the worst experiences
Of my life in general actually)
Was when I lost my
Virginity
To this day
I’m still reminded of it
Anytime I see
A girl eating
Buffalo wings

Don’t judge me

I’ve both loved too hard and not enough

Don’t judge me

Sometimes I play too much

Don’t judge me

I lack confidence

Don’t judge me

I’ve broken too many hearts… including my own

Don’t judge me

My friends and family are so much better than yours

Don’t judge me

I hate asking for help

Don’t judge me

As you can see… I like to crucify myself

Don’t judge me

Despite my insecurities
Embarrassing yet hilarious stories
The fact I can face accept and laugh
At these things
Just add to my glory

Maybe you should do the same
Maybe you should put a mirror
In ya brain
To reflect on your memories
Maybe transparent is the way to be

I know for me
It saved me
From me

So do me a favor
Judge and then love yourself
Await the verdict
From your own jury

I’ve received mine already

Making it real easy
For me to speak

Don’t judge me

Confessions of a Dance Machine

It could be just me

But I think I need to stop dancing

It gets me into trouble
It’s difficult to stop because
of the feeling
it feeds me

It excites me
Yet it calms me

There’s a releasing
produced when
melodies, lyrics & beats
are injected into my
super-bass laced eardrums
and circulated through my body
starting and stopping
at my feet

It’s kind of a tick that goes off
anytime something rhythmic comes on

Don’t test me and let the DJ throw on a hot song

Because I won’t be able to tell you
Exactly what could happen next

I could be in somebody’s face
Like a 3D movie
Making him or her
yet another
dance battle casualty

or just in the corner
keeping my own company
letting my limbs
run free musically

Picture me
and a handful
of my best buds
in a human made circle
cutting a rug
and you’ll see a moment
I love

Believe me when I say
We go to town

Each one of us could be a Jackson or Brown
I can tell ya now
Who’s Michael
Who’s Bobby
And Who’s Tito

I’m good as long as I can be Chris though

We put on a show….. Unintentionally

Ironically enough
some of the attention
brought by
dancing isn’t
too cool

You’d be surprised
how many hearts
are broken by
a free spirit
on a dance floor
acting a fool

You’d be shocked
how many egos,
fueled by jealousy
of moves unattainable,
are humbled after
stepping in front of
a dancing assassin
thinking “get some rhythm you tool”

It’s partly my fault

I’m tired of dancing myself into
dramatic situations,
which is why I think
I need to sit down
for a while

Well at least publicly

Because honestly,
whether I’m Jerking
Party rocking or Pop-Locking
Krumping, Tutting, or Shuffling
Wu-tanging or “Running Man-ing”
Doing the Cabbage Patch
or the Dougie
(mind you sometimes I do multiple
of these simultaneously),
It’s obvious I cant resist
what a good song
does to me

Maybe that’s why
she called me
A Dance Machine

Thank Ya Kindly, Papermate

I wanted to speak
I wanted to tell a story
I wanted to mold a soul
I wanted to provide an escape
I wanted to move a mountain
I wanted to extend & expand a river

I wanted to save my family… both sides
Well… whoever needed saving anyway

I wanted to single-handedly uplift a nation

I wanted to explain my days of infamy
The 21st of May
The 14th of November
Days to remember
Days of Birth
Days of Death
Days of 2010
Days to forget

I wanted to become a song

I wanted her to know that it’s not her fault…
That I don’t blame her...
She did what she had to do…

What we had to do…

I wanted to slaughter my enemies
Mortal Kombat Fatality style

I wanted to confess why I’ve stopped crying
Don’t get me wrong...
I’m still sensitive enough to share this with you
but no one sees my tears
They don’t see that side of me
so vividly anymore

I wanted people to know
my brother is a genius
Musically
Mentally
Spiritually

I wanted to talk about why we should leave
both Lebron & Libya alone

I wanted to know what’s wrong with my friend
If it’s because I didn’t write that poem
you’ve been waitin’ on… I’m sorry dude
But if you were presented with the pressure
of having your words tattooed
on something more permanent than paper
You’d be scared too

I wanted to go back to Orlando

I wanted to express why I still love her
Why the world can’t tell me anything about her
Why I’d die for her

I wanted to resurrect the dead
rearrange time,
rewrite history,
And rebuild reason
I wanted to meditate
I wanted to pray
I wanted to rest
I wanted a response
I wanted to bask in the pool
of my spirit’s thoughts
and emotions

I wanted the matter behind my skull
to produce steaming fecal substances
to share with others

Scratch that… even better:

I wanted to wipe the a** that is my brain
with my notebook
So that the end result
would be a paper imprint of
Hot Sh*t

But I couldn’t

My mind was constipated

And my damn pen ran out of ink…

Why Did He Give Me Keys?

This poem was written 2 & a half years ago... It was for an assignment I had in a poetry workshop... The group of us were all sitting in desk arranged in this huge circle. The professor asked us to take out one random item (whether it be from a bag, pocket, purse, etc.) and give it to the student sitting across from us. Whatever was on your desk, you had to write a poem about it, or include it in a poem. I gave someone a Miami Heat hat I had on that day. A guy sitting across from me gave me a karabiner with keys on it. Ironically (considering my accident and all the drama afterward), I came up with this:


Why Did He Give Me Keys?

I asked for them myself
A karabiner is given
And it’s destined for death
Because of what’s on my breath

It’s a lethal mistake
We’re in a place where
Walls spin counterclockwise, where
Eyes are either wide or shut, where
Vibrations of the earth are not made
from moving plates, but rather from
the sweet escape musical notes will
take one to.

A screamed announcement
Starts the stumbling stampede
And you hand me the keys to my Hyundai
Thank you for everything
My funeral’s on Monday

On Break @ Work (Boxing/Wrestling)

20 minutes until I clock in
But my the writer inside my brain is blocked in
Gotta think outside the box
Better yet outside the circle
Because if this were boxing
The place where my thoughts
Are fighting is called a ring

Ding ding
There's the bell
The thought of her never coming back
swings and connects hard as hell
With the thought of me being content with never finding a lover
Laughing & Taunting
Talking
"You can't have her...
You're gonna hate being alone...
There is no other"

I discover this is a dream
So this match of boxing
Is now tag team
Completing the transformation to wrestling

Slap!
Two new opponents are brought into the fight
Tusseling... Struggling
Fighting under the lights

The thought of me going home bodyslams
the thought of my funds being sufficent enough to take care of myself
Then screams as its opponent is down
Is wealth more important than mental health?

By this time someone's knocked out the ref
And its a free for all
More than just 4 thoughts going at it
The ring is now bursting at the ropes
In hope of settling this match
Someone brings the ref back
He senses the mayhem
He stops the madness
Then proceeds to clear the ring
While filling the crowd that's in attendance
(Who once were in disagreement)
with gladness

With 2 minutes left until I clock in
The writer inside my mind is no longer blocked in
He's free to roam around the ring
(Well today anyway)
After all the chaos that's insued
Metaphorically through
boxing & wrestling

Illumination

I used to be a light
Warm
Comforting
Flexible
Constant
Quick
Positive

Now? The candle has been blown
& it wasn't a birthday wish
It was goodnight
Goodbye
Time to close my eyes
And wait for the sun to rise
To wake me up

However that might not ever come
We're in Alaska
A flat freezing tundra with the only thing steady is silence and cold
Not to mention the sun only comes out for maybe a hour out the day...
Good luck feeling that long warmth again
Great job tryna find real love again
Hope things don't get too old again

Because unlike you
I can light my fire again
Only this time with a different match
A different friend
A different catalyst for my life that's needed

This is not human
But it is a person
I am His creation
And He is my Illumination

Waterfall

You ever think it'd be possible
To completely stop Niagra Falls?
The crazy thing about a waterfall is that it's
Ever constant
Ever flowing
Ever falling

That's me
Constantly falling in a flowing manner
That's my heart
Dropping 80-100 feet into an abyss
Those are my tears
Careening off a cliff
That's my spirit
Crashing into rocks at the bottom of its decent

The hook to "Coldest Winter"
Being blasted in my brain
"Will I ever love again?"
I rely on God and all He gives me is:

You are a wonder...
I created you for purpose...
You are natural...
Nothing compares to you on the Earth's surface...
You are an inexplicable anamoly...
People will label you with awe as well as negativity
Yet you are nothing less than a description of this:

Difficult to stop
Always flowing
Forever drawing people
Fufilling its need
Moving with power
Knowing that not just one human being can alter what gives it its strength
Realizing that it is what it is
Regardless of what one might make it out to be
That's all it can be:
Me

I am a waterfall

Distant Closeness

You're right next to me
Yet Light Years away
I'm stuck on the now
You? Yesterday
Oh I believe in it but
Was your heart in it
Do you realize
That though I'm lookin into your eyes
It feels like we're lookin at 2 different colors of skies
Night & Day if you will
Not on the same page, Still
I wait for you to keep proofreading any misleading errors in our story
Erasing memories attached to our glory
All I ask is that you catch up and we write together
During any weather
We are to write our history with both our right hands grasped on one pen
But then is it a possiblity?
When, though we may be conjoined physically,
We are surgically separated emotionally and mentally
I'm laying with you
But you're lying to me
Cuz I'm in your head and you wanna ask me
Should we?
I see you smell you and breathe your air
It doesn't matter whether or not I can touch you
Either way
You're really not there

Grilled Cheese Sammich (Haiku)

Browned on the outside
And melted on the inside
My people suffer

The Imperfections Of A Perfection

This is one of the 1st poems i've ever written... Now that I think about it, it's actually the 2nd poem I've ever written... That was 3 years ago (time flies)... It's one of my favorites (among others) and it was very personal at the time. I got tired of being called "perfect" yet nobody was "ready" for me. So this was the end result... Enjoy!

The Imperfections of a Perfection

I am a living and walking

Breathing and talking

Human oxymoron

If that’s some food for thought

That your mind can’t seem to chew on

Let me put it in other words for you:

I’m the perfect man!

I’m the type of dude to willingly hold my girlfriend’s hand

Stand side by side with her at all times

But at the same time give her space

Never really all up in her face

I mean I want her all to myself

But I’m man enough to let her hang with someone else

Stingy, yet never too clingy

Cooking cleaning & laundry

I’ll do whatever my lady wants

Even lay the pipe down from the back or the front

I’m never really this blunt, I’m actually steady on the humble

However I will say I have made some ladies stumble when they walked

And some fumble their words when they talked

Yes indeed I’m the perfect man for any woman you see

And that is why I’m single

I mean I’ll make my woman’s spine tingle

With the sounds of my fingers fiddling up & down the scales of a piano

Serenading her soul, I’m bold enough to wrap my arms around her in public if she’s cold

Not that I need a reason to do that anyway

I’m the fella that’ll please my lady any day

In any way shape or form

I’m so far-fetched from the norm

But that is why I’m single

No 20 something year old female is ready to mingle with “The One”

No 20 something year old female wants to be with someone

Whose son they could potentially want to conceive

Suffocation, it’s hard for them to breathe

No 20 something year old female is ready to receive all the things I am

See, when you’re the perfection of a man

It’s the imperfections of others that you can’t stand

Like the bunch of boys who aren’t able to call themselves “a man”

Ladies call them lames

Giving us gentlemen terrible names

However, you females too make us perfections feel pain

Like the ones who got it stuck in their brain that all men are the same

Or the ones who like to play games with men’s hearts

Then slam them down like a dunk by LeBron James

These tele-visions of material worship are also to blame

It’s time for these deceitful, lying lions to be tamed

Or maybe just maybe

I’m not as perfect as I’m perceived to be

Maybe there are things wrong with me that I don’t see

It’s hard for a perfect man like me to admit that he needs self-direction

That’s probably the worst thing about being a perfection

Correction: That’s probably the key imperfection of being a perfection

Lame

Lame

I usually don’t do this

But being that I’m a poet

I have to address every issue

I come to

And unfortunately that means

I have to acknowledge even you

Even though I may not have anything

In common with you

Even though in essence I’m hated by you

Even though everything that I’m about to say

Is the absolute truth

I still unfortunately have to acknowledge even you

It’s you that’s the bane of the gentleman’s existence

You who drain the life out of women’s persistence

You who change people’s perspective of life in an instant

For instance

Women stop dating men because of your ways

And because of that a lot of good men are now gay

You are the type to make a baby and not stay

Straying away a child, leaving a single mother in a long-suffering fray

It’s these type of chain reactions

That make us good guys pay for your actions

We can’t get any satisfaction

Because your behavior causes a distraction

That steers away what good men want

And what great women deserve

A time of love, peace, and tranquility

To be served

See I’m trying to be reserved but you anger me

With your nonchalant attitude and selfish pride and glory

Killing women’s dreams and opportunities for me

Just for you to satisfy you being horny

Please, stop playing this game

Learn how to treat a lady and on top of that find a goal to obtain

Until then me and you will never be the same

Because it’s impossible for me to be sane

And at the same time be you whom is a lame

Favorite Things

Favorite Things

Insomnia
Chest pains
Nausea
And Facial rain

These are a few of my favorite things

Perspiring palms
Stumbling steps
Wondering words
Fumbling fingertips

These are a few of my favorite things

Constant physical reminders that hold true
Repetitious bodily habits providing the clues
To not only the realization of how much need, want and care I carry for you
But also the acknowledgement of the strength your presence gives,
leaving me to be a mere human being without you

These are my favorite things
Just a few
That conjure up the epiphany of how much
I miss you

Mirror

I was at a crossroads one day: I anxiously wanted to write something but I had no subject. I started asking around and one of my friends on facebook said: "I have this friend (she was totally talking about herself) who has trouble when it comes to being in touch with my emotions with dudes I'm talking to/dating/interested in etc... So you should write about something to do with that" The end result is:

Mirror

They say

When you look into

A mirror

You see into

Your soul

I guess this explains

Why, every morning,

Getting ready

Takes so long

I know it looks like

I’m doing a lot

But while

my teeth are brushed

my skin’s examined

my hair’s maneuvered

my outfit’s approved

Subconsciously

My eyes

are fixed

On the reflection of

My eyes

Trying to find…

My eyes

But

I ignore being blind

I ignore being cold

Too bold,

I continue on with my day

I work

I learn

I play

However, the mirror stays

It follows me

Anytime I think I’ve found

Someone who

Was supposed to be found

For me

I fix

My eyes

into

Their eyes

Only to see

My eyes

Then I realize

I am seeing the person

who really needs help,

the person who’s wall

around their castle

is so tall

because of fear

of someone stealing

and manipulating

their wealth

I am seeing myself.

In stealth

And in knights armor

Protecting the health

of my heart

I hate feeling unmoved

I hate feeling numb

I hate feeling like a vegetable

I hate feeling like the only people

I’m compatible with

Are cold

It’s getting old

Maybe if I change

My routine

And speak positively

My heart’s warmth

Will unfold

Because

They say

When you speak into

A mirror

You speak into

Your soul